It was a windy sunny day and Malt was out helping North get some groceries. “Dried beans, canned soup, sugar, tea…. Yep, that’s everything!” said Malt happily as he exited the mart. “North will be so proud of me and I’ll get the rest of the day off to play!”

That last thought made the young phony gleeful. So gleeful in fact that the little alicorn decided to take to the skies with his heavy grocery basket. All the faster to reach home after all!

Flapping his tiny wings rapidly, Malt took off with his sights set directly homewards. As he flew, the little colt failed to notice an incoming pigeon. Until it was too late!

“W-Whoah!!!!! “ whinnied Malt with surprise as he barely dodged the random bird. The sudden evasion coupled with the strong winds however blew the little colt off balance and Malt was finding himself falling rather fast towards earth.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” squealed Malt as he fell. In desperation, the young colt instinctively flung the grocery basket away, perhaps with the hopes of making himself lighter.

“Ooomph,” said Malt as he landed unhurt onto a bush growing by the street. The bush cushioned his fall but seemed rather squashed as a result of it. “I-I’m sorry,” said Malt apologetically as he dusted himself clean. “I didn’t mean to…,”

The bush only remained silent, as all good bushes should be.

Folding his wings against his back, Malt gave the street a curious glance. This part of Phonyland was new to him. None of the friends he knew lived here. As he stared, Malt suddenly remembered the grocery basket.

“Oh no!” said the foal. “I hope…nothing’s damaged! “

Cantering quickly to where he estimated the basket would have landed, Malt was horrified when he saw that the basket, as well as its contents had fallen through somephony’s window. “Oh no, oh no, oh no!” moaned Malt as he cantered up the neat pathway. “I’m in so much trouble…,”